A/N-Woo! Double digits! -happy dances- and there's lotsa drama in this one.

Sorry guys, It's late again, blame pokemon. You heard me. Pokemon. ANYway, here's the next chapter, sorry I left you on a cliffhanger last time, I hope you'll enjoy this one. Sorry if the start doesn't really flow, it's because I had a bit of difficulty getting into this chapter and I could only write one sentence per hour.

Oh well, I hope you'll like this one!

Warning: Drama and blood :D

Chapter 10- Knives

Instantly both Canada and Russia tensed. Russia because he unfortunately recognized that voice and Canada because he guessed who the person clawing at Russia's door was. Russia's sister. Belarus.

Quick as a flash, Russia jumped up from the sofa, pulling Canada up after him.

"Quick, hide!" Russia hissed, looking around anxiously as if expecting his psycho sister to appear out of nowhere.

"But where should I go?" Canada whispered back, looking around and beginning to panic.

Russia looked around frantically as well but realized with a jolt that there was nowhere suitable for the young Canadian Nation to hide. He heard the sound of his door splintering in and realized it was too late. Belarus was in his house.

"What should I do?" hissed Canada, obvious fear in his eyes.

"I-I think you should just sit down and I will introduce you, da? You are here for a business meeting."

"O-okay" Canada whispered before hurriedly taking a seat and trying to look composed, with Russia following his lead.

Exactly two seconds later Belarus glided into the room, her platinum blonde hair slightly out of place from her forced entry. She was a pretty girl, with long shoulder-length hair, a slender figure and grey eyes, however the affect of her beauty was ruined by the spiteful expression she wore on her face. Cold eyes scanned the room, taking in every detail.

"Brother, who is this?" she asked in a false tone, gesturing angrily to Canada.

"Ah, sister, this is-"

"-America." Canada finished and Russia shot him a questioning glance before playing along.

"Da, America. He came over for a meeting." Belarus's eyes narrowed in disbelief.

"But you hate America." she said bluntly, stepping over to Canada and staring down at him. Canada gulped. Belarus was very scary.

"Um, da... this is why we are having a meeting... to... resolve our differences... da?"

Belarus continued to stare unblinkingly at Canada, triggering a lot of unease in the blonde nation. Why couldn't she just stop staring? Once again Canada gulped, and inched further away from the intimidating woman.

After a long pause Belarus spoke once again. "He does not act like America." she said icily, beginning to reach over to Canada, who recoiled from her outstretched hand, a look of terror on his face.

"M-maple..." he whimpered.

Belarus's eyes narrowed.

"Brother. This is not America." She hissed. Quick as a flash, Belarus brought her hand forward and grabbed onto Canada's shirt, lifting him up. "Do you wish for me to kill this imposter?" She raised her hand, ready to strike the unfortunate nation. Canada closed his eyes and braced himself for the worse but it never came. He opened his eyes a crack to see Russia holding on to his sister's wrist, preventing her from hitting him.

"What are you doing, sister?" he asked, expression full of anger.

"This is not America! It is an imposter, he will hurt you, I am only looking out for you!"

" Nyet, I knew this was not America." Russia said, not once taking his gaze off Belarus. Canada's heart clenched up with fear. Was Russia going to tell her? It was with worried eyes that he silently pleaded for the Russian nation not to tell. Fortunately, Russia caught the smaller nations gaze and gave a small reassuring smile. "This is his subordinate, da?" he said, a childish smile spreading across his face. Canada sighed in relief, Belarus didn't know who he was... yet.

"Um, sister, maybe you should let him go now, da?... you are disrupting our meeting a little..."

Belarus glared at Canada a moment longer, taking in his face, before dropping him back down onto the couch and giving him a fake smile. A smile that chilled Canada to the bone. "I am so sorry." she smiled, in an unfitting and undeniably fake cheerful voice "I was only looking out my brother, you understand, yes?"

Russia coughed. His sister's voice was creeping him out as well. "M-maybe you should go, so that we can finish the meeting..."

"Okay brother." she said back in her usual and slightly less creepy voice, before turning and walking abruptly from the room.

Russia counted to ten under his breath, waiting for his sister to be gone. He was only up to nine when he felt arms around his waist and looked down to see Canada hugging him and burying his head in his chest.

"Mon dieu, that was scary..." he murmured into Russia's coat and Russia stroked his head comfortingly. It was okay, Belarus was gone and hopefully wouldn't be coming back for a while. They were safe and Russia glad that was over with. Despite everything that had happened that day he was happy.

He bent down a little and wrapped his own arms around the smaller man, placing his chin on the blonde's soft hair.

Suddenly a crash sounded behind him and Russia turned around to see a sight that turned his blood to ice. There, standing in the doorway was Belarus, an expression of pure rage on her face, a knife in her hand that she had buried in the wall with a shout of anger. He nudged Canada behind him silently, realizing the danger he had just put him in. For a moment no-one moved until Belarus suddenly let out a screech of rage and ran towards Canada, knife at the ready.

Canada stood before the approaching madwoman, numb with fear and unable to move. Russia attempted to stop his sister but she moved to quickly and his hand just missed her, only just catching a couple of blonde hairs that she paid no heed to.

Belarus let out a screech of rage as she neared the Canadian and within seconds she had him pinned against the wall, a knife at his throat.

"How dare you." she hissed through clenched teeth and Canada cowered at the sight of her maddened eyes. The knife was digging into the flesh of his neck, not quite breaking the skin and fear was making his heart pound. Sweat dripped down the boys forehead and tears gathered in his eyes as he realized he wouldn't make it out alive. Out of the corner of his eye Canada could see Russia looking on, an expression of horror on his face. They're eyes met both men felt like crying at the other's expression of despair. Canada's attention was suddenly jerked back to Belarus as the knife dug deeper into his skin and he gasped in pain. "Who are you?" she said in a deadly whisper, eyes narrowed at the boy she had pinned to the wall. When he said nothing she pressed the knife even deeper, but not enough to bleed heavily. "Answer me or I'll kill you."

Slowly Canada opened his mouth to speak and whispered the words "I-I'm C-Canada..."

Russia could only watch in horror as beads of blood appeared on the base of his lover's neck as it moved with his voice. The pained hiss that he let out made him bite his lip in worry, making it bleed. He should be jumping in and saving him, but he couldn't risk it. Belarus could slit his throat in the second it took him to knock her away. He was jerked away from his thoughts when he heard Canada gasp again. He looked up to see the knife Belarus held fully breaking the skin and the crimson liquid inside flowing out.

"Canada!" he gasped, taking a step forward but as if by some bizarre sixth sense, Belarus pulled out another knife with her free hand and pointed it directly at Russia without looking round.

"Don't come any closer, brother." she said coldly, not taking her eyes off Canada. Slowly she slid her knife along the boys neck, smiling cruelly when he winced and cried in pain.

"Sister, stop this!" Russia yelled and to his surprise she did, But only for a moment. She turned to Russia, still holding the knife at Canada's throat.

"Who is he?" She shrieked, all attempts at remaining calm gone. "Why was he hugging you? How dare he? We were supposed to be married!" Her hand shook with anger, causing Canada to bleed harder and he closed his eyes, trying not to scream.

"Let him go!" Russia shouted, fixing Belarus with a glare but not daring to step forward. Belarus ignored him and turned back to Canada a small sadistic smile back on her face, having regained composure after her outburst.

"What are you to my brother?" she said in a sugary sweet tone, her smile growing wider, showing pearly teeth. When Canada didn't answer her smile dropped and she brought her face closer to his anger present in her eyes. "Answer me or I will kill you now." she hissed digging the knife in closer to prove her point.

"I-I-I'm n-n-nothing to him we were j-just having a m-meeting..." he whispered, wincing as the knife dug into his neck every time he opened his mouth.

"I do not enjoy being lied to." Belarus growled, stepping forward and causing the terrified boy to back even further up the wall, until his body was pressed flat against the wood.

Canada tried to come up with a good excuse but his mind drew a blank, it was hard to concentrate on a good answer when there was a psycho girl holding a knife to your throat. With a sigh he gave in. He would tell her.

"I-I-I'm his..." he closed his eyes in preparation for the attack that would surely follow his words. "Boyfriend..." the last word was whispered and Canada hunched up as soon as he uttered it, waiting for the knife to rip his throat apart. When no knife came, Canada opened his eye a crack to see Belarus standing stock still, a shocked expression on her face.

Russia, noticing his sister's hesitation took his chance. Quick as a flash, he stepped forward and knocked Belarus away from his lover. Canada gasped as the knife was torn from his throat and collapsed to the floor shaking, only lifting his head to observe the scene before him.

Russia stood over Belarus a murderous expression on his face but she stared back with an equally terrifying expression of defiance.

"Brother how could you." She snarled her eyes burning. "We were supposed to be married!"

"Nyet." Russia snapped back. "That is not true. You are my sister, I could never marry you."

Belarus's face darkened. "No." she whispered. "NO! He has done something to you! What did he do? I'll kill him!" she shrieked jumping up from the ground.

"Sister, no!" Russia roared, as she took out her knife and ran towards Canada who was still sitting on the ground. He ran after his sister, blood pounding in his ears, trying to stop her from harming his boyfriend. Just as Belarus reached Canada, Russia rushed in from the side, pushing Canada out of the way with all his might. Canada screamed as he was sent flying through the air and rammed into the wall with a thump, his jaw knocked against the wood.

Belarus snarled as her prey was knocked away from her and she turned around, knife at the ready but Russia knocked it out of her hand and towered over her, a dark aura surrounding him. "Kol, kol, kol..." he murmured and Belarus cringed inwardly, her brother had never acted like this before to her. It was the Canadian's fault, it had to be.

"You will leave now, da?" He growled, leaning forward and staring into her eyes.

For a second Belarus was stunned, but then she snapped back to her senses and replied icily. "I will leave brother, but first, look at what he has done to you. He is making you threaten your own flesh and blood, he has done something, but don't worry, I will fix it, I will get the old you back." and with that she swooped out the room. There was silence until Russia heard the door slam, then he quickly ran over to Canada who was shaking on the floor where he had fallen, there was blood under the boy's neck and a bruise was forming where it had hit the wall.

"R-Russia?" Canada groaned, opening one violet eye to stare at the tall man above him.

"Canada, I am so sorry..." Russia murmured, crouching down and putting a hand on the boys shoulder.

"What for? Y-you saved me..." Canada turned his head to his boyfriend and for the first time Russia saw the full extent of the damage. Canada had a huge bruise on his face, blooming from the top of his cheekbone and slowly spreading down to his jaw that was steadily turning purple and a trickle of blood ran down form his nose. A gash spread around his neck where Belarus had dragged the knife and it was bleeding heavily. Not enough to kill him if tended to but enough to look and probably feel painful.

"Canada..." Russia mumbled sadly, as he examined the damage done to his lover's perfect face. The worst part was that he was responsible for some of it, as the bruise came from when he had been knocked into the wall. "I'm so sorry..."

"E-eh?" Canada asked, shocked he sat up and wrapped his arms around Russia's neck, trying not to get blood on his coat. "I-I'm fine eh, see?" Suddenly Russia reached out and pulled Canada into a tight hug, rocking him from side to side like he hadn't seen him in ages.

"Don't scare me like that, da?" he whispered, resting his head on Canada's shoulder, who patted his back awkwardly.

"Da, I won't." he said soothingly, trying to ignore the pain in his neck.

It was then that Russia felt something warm trickle on to his face and he looked up to realize that Canada was still bleeding. Quickly, he got up and rushed to the kitchen, fetching a couple of bandages, a cloth and some antiseptic.

Carefully he applied pressure to the unfortunate boy's neck with the cloth and held it there for a few minutes while the two sat in silence, Russia taking the cloth off to examine the wound every now and then. When he was satisfied the bleeding had stopped, Russia applied a little antiseptic and wrapped the bandages around his neck. When they were in place, Canada smiled up at Russia and he almost smiled back but then he stopped and looked away, leaving Canada looking puzzled.

"Russia?"

Russia still wouldn't look his lover in the eye. This whole thing was his fault. If he hadn't been dating the poor boy in the first place then this never would have happened, it was better if he was alone, he only hurt the people around him, Canada was much better off without him.

"Canada... I- I think we should break up..."

Canada's face paled and he stared at Russia in shock. "W-what?"

"I-I think we should break up, d-da?" he tried to mask the fact that the words were hurting him but was betrayed when his voice broke as he said them.

Canada stepped back, aghast. "N-no..." he whispered.

Russia shook his head sadly. "I'm sorry Canada... But... I can't let you get hurt like that again..."

Canada's eyes filled with tears and he looked up at Russia pleadingly. "I-I..." Suddenly, his expression changed to one of anger. "NO! I won't!" He shouted and Russia took a step back in surprise. He had no idea Canada could be so loud. "W-why? I d-don't understand... I k-know you don't want to do this so w-why? I-Is it b-because I'm so weak... I c-couldn't defend myself?" Tears were running down his face now and his voice was shaking. The last thing he wanted to do now was break up with Russia. After everything that had happened that day, this was probably the worst. Worse than your brother forgetting you, or almost being killed by a knife wielding psycho. Canada felt like his heart was being ripped in two.

"Nyet... that is not it..."

"Then Why?" Russia's head snapped up and for the first time he noticed how distraught Canada was. Automatically he went over and wrapped his arms around the crying nation. Canada shot his head up and for a moment relaxed but then came to his senses and shrugged Russia off him. He stood there, sniffing and wiping away his tears, but still there was a defiant expression on his face. "Why did you want to b-break up with me?" he asked, hesitantly he looked into Russia's eyes and saw such a forlorn look in their purple depths that he considered going back and pulling him into a hug. Quickly, he stopped himself. He needed an answer to his question first. "Answer me..." he said, looking at Russia who at that moment, somewhat resembled a lost puppy.

"You were hurt, da?" he asked and after a moments hesitation Canada nodded. "Because of me..." he finished and Canada opened his mouth in shock. He had been feeling guilty?

"No, Russia, it wasn't your fault!"

"Da, it was... If you weren't dating me then you wouldn't have been hurt... y-you should stay away from me but... I just can't leave you... I'm sorry..."

Canada stared at Russia and tears pricked his eyes. So that was why he had wanted to break up, because he cared so much, not because he stopped liking him. As tears threatened to overflow, Canada ran forward and buried his face in the taller man's coat.

"Don't be stupid," he murmured. "I'm not leaving now, not after facing your sister. It would have been for nothing. You couldn't get rid of me if you tried."

Russia stared down at the blonde in shock and then his face settled into a smile. "Lets get you home, da?"

"Da."

A/N- Haha, I'm onto my tenth chapter! Woo me! I was originally going to end this with "I think we should break up" but A) that would be cruel to you guys what with me and my late updates. B) The next chapter would be anticlimactic and C) this fanfic already sounds like a bad soap opera, I don't need a -cue EastEnders theme music- moment.

I'm sorry to say Canada's bad day isn't quite over yet, he's still got some more coming to him today.

Canada: Why do you persist in tormenting me?

Canada! -glomps- I haven't seen you since chapter three, where've you been?

Canada: Answer my question eh.

It's because I love you so much~ Anyway, that's all from me for now, Hope you liked it!

~Tigress

xxx